To saw the wood against the grain,
His life and call to do the same,
So simple was his work in wood,
His destiny the sap of good,
All in the tree so quite it grows,
A wisdom within, its heart to show,
When cut and hewed, as is its fate,
Its heart to know, but all too late,
To breathe the smell of life within,
To taste its form and so begin,
To hew its body, and weep its blood,
His work with wood, Is understood,
That he in all his skill and task,
To carve the wood and it to last,
His table set in offering,
The Carpenter, our God,
Our King!
His life and call to do the same,
So simple was his work in wood,
His destiny the sap of good,
All in the tree so quite it grows,
A wisdom within, its heart to show,
When cut and hewed, as is its fate,
Its heart to know, but all too late,
To breathe the smell of life within,
To taste its form and so begin,
To hew its body, and weep its blood,
His work with wood, Is understood,
That he in all his skill and task,
To carve the wood and it to last,
His table set in offering,
The Carpenter, our God,
Our King!
Author notes
Option Number 2
In a list
A contest entry
- Let's Do It Again ~ Pre-write Quickie. by StormGoddess.
300 points, ended January 19, 2008, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Spiritual Time. by warrior-eagle.
600 points, ended March 2, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - For the Love of GOD! by beisekergirl.
525 points, ended March 14, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Something About God by reckless abandon.
700 points, ended January 1, 23 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Give me your very best!!!! Tons of points! by God is my reality.
1450 points, ended November 24, 256 entries
• next poem in this contest, • Add to finalists list, or remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wonderful, well written write, I just keep thinking of a song I used to sing...He grew the tree...he grew the tree, used to make the old rugged cross. I love this.Blessings.


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the rhyme and unbroken flow of words is amazing...I loved the way u spoke of the establishment of Eucharist ,I mean i felt that in the last two lines...
It's a really beautiful entry and no can doubt that...The lineup of trophies says it all...
kindly put ur option number in the author notes...it will be easier for me to judge...

Good luck in the contest...God bless u...
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so amazing...very profound and very powerful...lovely rhythm and rhyme...you are a true warrior of God! God bless always!!!


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Wow, I loved reading this. The rhyming was amazing and the flow was perfect and never broken. Thanks for sharing!
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His life and call to do the same,
to stand upright and firm and He did and continues to do so.
well I have to say you have an incredible gift, while reading I wanted to read more.
truly exquisite my friend
so glad I stopped by to read this
it is so lovely
absolutely perfect
God bless you my friend...


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May the life that you carve, be upright, be true to your heart. And your table ever set for those in need. Within you i can rejoice, for Christmas truly does exist.
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Thank you for your entry.
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I love this the second stanza is wonderfully written thank you very much for sharing this with me best wishes always be well


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Very beautiful.


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excellent imagery and metaphor in this piece. Congratulations on the gold in this and other. Impressive piece.
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this is awesome! I love love love the symbolism behind your words here, excellent testiment to the LORD. Great piece! I was thrilled, and praising in my heart as I read this poem, Excellent flow, and rythem, great imagry. Good luck!


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Beautifully crafted rhyming quatrains.
I think you want to make the last stanza four lines not three. Also, there are a few places where you either have a space before a comma or no space after the comma. These little edits take away from the beauty of the poem.
Thanks so much for entering our contest.
- joanne
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Thanks Joanne duly noted and repaired.
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Now it is perfect!
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This is excellent. It flows so smoothly. Holds a deeper message and really lifts one from the ruts. Great rhyme and powerful words. Nicely done. Thank you for entering and good luck. Storm
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thanks Storm. Muwahhh!
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So spell binding and such a different twist on the story of Jesus. You have captured such a powerful image in my mind. Truely brillant poetic form you have mastered in all your poems, such an achiement to be so skilled in your writing to draw the read in so much that they just have to finish every line and stanza. Well done! ~Sie
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Thanks Sie!
Yes, I was building myself a shed in my garden,and the smell of the wood slightly bleeding still with the sap of life. Enstilled in me a thought as to why Christ was born a carpenter.And now I know, for to carve something solid and lasting out of the wood, is the same as carving the beliefs in your life.As solid as an oak table.And the tree to gift its life and all its wisdom with a beauty, that only something living can give.
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You are so uniquely noticeable in the featured poems! This is so mighty and precious!!! A poem like that brings so much tears of appreciation for the Greatest Man Himself.. I love this -
So simple was his work in wood,
His destiny the sap of good,
Isn't the truth? When i shape sculpture, you have to go with the grain of the wood. I would have looove to work carpentry with Jesus.. see His creativity in the making and His infinite patience, inestimable visual gift!! to feel His quietness surrounding the pace and the silence no words needed oufff faith has to go with the grain too.. what is planted as small as is will blossom as huge as mountains!! Love and blessings xx

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Against the grain.
His teachings were accepted, but feared by the San Hedrin. Those who saw him as a threat. The teachings of Moses he questioned, for they were dead laws not alive.Immovable stones within the hearts of men.
My metaphor simply states that he had to bring these laws alive, and go against the grain of their beliefs opening their eyes to a new blinding light.Letting the blind see.
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fantastic
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His destiny the sap of good...brilliant metaphor and the whole poem flows of your thoughts and images arriving at a precise conclusive view. If only a lowly carpenter but with hands so skilled he could guide the world. Well thought out and written.
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Excellent
This is beautifully conceived and executed. If only the world understood the power in loving touch of the carpenter's hand. Well done.
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